wow, my first ever blog (it's Isaac by the way)!
I'm curretly here in Madville, Albania but I've been tasked with sending one of these text blogs things retrospectively, which I hope is ok with all of you.Presumably this means I'm not supposed to talk Albania yet but I'm still pretty gobsmacked by the place. Believe me, I've been to Swansea and not even that could prepare me for some of the things I've seen here already!
Anyway, Kotor is a smallish town in Montenegro. You'll have to take my word for that because despite being a travel web blog site thingy, offexploring.co.uk doesn't recognice it. Anyway, I digress (peee-eeeew, there's a cat in here that bloody stinks!!!).We travelled by bus (what else!) from Dubrovnik, along some of the most stunning stretches of coastline I've ever seen. At least 3 of my vertebrae have crumbled into dust but it was sooooo worth it. For those of you, like me who like nice sensible drivers and nice flat straight roads, if you fancy a trip here (and if you find yourself in Dubrovnik, you'd be a fool not to) you're in for a hairy old ride.The whole bay of Kotor is so beautiful that both of us randomly broke out into operatic song on more than one occasion (Paul sings a lovely soprano you may be interested to learn).The town itself is made up of a set of narrow, winding streets and is completely surrounded by an old wall and sits below a gert massive fort in the mountains, surrounded by many other mountains and lots of fresh green lushness. Paul and I, refreshed from our power-lunch of big hunk of bread and edam cheese and 2 beers decided to climb said mountain up to the fort despite the heavy restoration currently taking place on most of the 1500 steps and signs saying 'danger, you'll probably die'. But the donkeys walking up and down with heavy bags of cement didn't complain, so neither did we. Nature lovers may also be interested to learn about the unusual bugs up there, one of which buried a nice little home for himself. Inside my leg. But I'm fine, thanks to the Swedish chap we met with antiseptic wipes.The views from the top were incredible. Like, really incredible.The hostel was nice, right in the middle of the city and we shared a room with an Israeli couple who were only there because they refused to pay the high entry fee (Israeli's only) to get into Albania.That night, we got lost but followed the sounds to a bar with live music. Ok, it was rubbish live music but the whole place had a great ambiance.In the morning, we sat out in the sun, had a 3 Euro 'Full English Breakfast' containing 2 eggs, some wafer thin ham and a slice of tomato (it was actually lovely), drank amazing coffee and wished we didn't have to leave. But leave we did. Podgorica was calling us.........